Everything Is An Experience Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting down, carrying on a conversation, just visiting like
any normal person would.

Reaching out, talking or not, expanding your mind, being close
to one another and knowing you're accepted for who you are.

Eyes looking, locking tightly together, trying to find some-
thing more in their depth than what you are saying with your
mouth.

None of it is a waste of time if you find yourself enjoying
it.

Everything is an experience and should be lived through and
savored for later years in life when reality will convince
you that there is no more life or usefulness in yourself.

Knowing then what you don't know now, you'll find that
nothing was a waste of time.

It all served a purpose of letting others come to you in
friendship, and getting yours in return.